The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Lost Love

For the past few months, life for Sansa had been unbearable. First she had been forced to marry the Imp. Never before had she been more embarrassed and ashamed in front of everyone. Tyrion had been kind to her though and allowed her to keep her innocence. Joffrey had been set to marry Margery, but at what would become famously called the Purple Wedding, the king boy had been poisoned, dying an extremely slow and painful death in front of the entire wedding party.

Sansa feared she would be blamed for the murder, she had traitor blood after all. As everyone at the wedding had run around in shock, Sansa had run away from the wedding. Petyr Baelish had later found her and promised her safety, Sansa knew she could not trust him, but what other option did she have?

Petyr Baelish had led Sansa onto a ship he apparently owned. From there he took her to the Eyrie where she leant Petyr was set to marry her aunt Lysa. After their marriage, Lysa became incredibly jealous over Sansa and her new husband's obsession over the girl. In an enraged state, Lysa threatened to push Sansa through the moon door. Petyr managed to intervene just in time. With a final word he told Lysa, he would never love her like he did her sister, and cooly pushed her through the moon door.

At a later investigation, Sansa played up her description of her aunt's ill mental health, stating how Petyr had saved her life in a moment of madness. The investigation was finally closed, everyone was happy that this was just an unfortunate incident. When Petyr later asked why she lied for him, Sansa only gave him an unreadable icy stare. Sansa had finally learned to play the game of thrones.

After more travelling, Petyr finally told Sansa that he was taking her back to Winterfell. After Greyjoys failed their murderous attempt to take over the castle, the Boltons had regained control of the land. He told her he had arranged for her to marry Ramsay Bolton and assured her she would be safe there. Once Ramsay and Sansa had wed, the charming young man she had first met changed. Sansa had always thought she would never meet a monster worse than Joffrey, but she had been so wrong. Each night Ramsay would force himself upon her. He was never gentle or kind, making his pet, the boy Sansa had once known as her father's ward Greyjoy, watch.

"Please help me," she would mouth to him each night.

Further south, on the East Coast, Sandor Clegane was staring at the women he had thought dead for so long. From the look upon her face, she had also thought him dead.

"You're alive?" She coughed, still struggling to catch her breath from the surviving the shipwreck.

"Aye," Sandor grunted in shock as he pulled off his surcoat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Where's Arya? Where's my sister?" She asked quickly and began to look around frantically.

Sandor didn't know how to answer her, god only knew what she had been through, how could he tell her that he didn't have a clue?

"You two seem to know each other. Sandor, why don't you help this young lady back to camp. Get her some dry clothes and a hot meal," the Septor smiled.

"I don't need a fucking hot meal. Where is my sister?" She shot back louder this time, her eyes never leaving Sandor.

"I was taking her to the Eyrie. Some crazy bitch came out of nowhere, said she's promised the Stark woman to find and protect the daughters. I didn't trust her, she had Lannister gold. So I battled her, gave it all I could, but she was almost my size and a crazed bitch. She managed to get the better of me, I thought I was done for. Your little sister appeared after the crazy bitch left. I begged her to kill me, put me out of my god damn misery, but she wouldn't. She just walked away."

"And you just let her?" Natari hissed.

"I was dying, woman! Done for. Lay in the dirt waiting for death. This Septor here found me, somehow brought me back. There was nothing I could do!" Sandor growled back.

Natari quickly looked away, she could no longer look at the man. She had failed her sisters but had failed her.

"Let one of my people see to you. You look half-starved and hurt," the Septor pleaded, breaking the tension between them all.

Natari nodded and followed the older man back up the hill towards their camp. A young woman, pretty and simple, came to see to after Natari. After changing into some dry clothes and a hot bowl of stew, the Septor returned to her.

"I know you have been through a lot, but we are good people and are always looking for more to join us. You are welcome here," he explained to her.

Natari was looking across the camp, at the far end, Sandor was aggressively chopping logs of wood. "I cannot stay here, I must find my sisters."

"You have the same honour and pride as your father. I fought amongst Lord Stark once, he was a good man, but do not make the same mistakes as him, child."

"You know who I am?" She asked with surprise.

"Aye, but don't worry. My camp does not, but you are safe here. We look after those in need."

Natari returned to watching Sandor in silence. She had never believed she would see him again, but once she did, all she felt was anger. The Septor could see the battle in her eyes and quietly left her to her own thoughts.

As the sun fell into the ocean, she finally walked across the camp to Sandor. She had not spoken a word to anyone all day, but she knew she would at least be safe sleeping next to him.

"Thought you weren't talking to me, woman," Sandor grunted as he watched her sit down in the grass by his side.

"I am not," she shot back with venom.

Sandor just scoffed and lay back onto his back. Once she had finally laid down next to him, he pulled his surcoat over her small frame. Silently, she wrapped it around her and then slowly fell to sleep. The next morning the Septor asked Sandor to go out for more wood, and suggested Natari go with to help. Reluctantly, she did as asked and followed him into the woodlands that surrounded the camp.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened to you?" he asked after 10 minutes of painfully silent walking.

"You don't wanna know. Trust me," she grumbled.

"How did you end up on that ship? Where were you coming from?" He asked on.

Natari kept her silence as Sandor grew more frustrated.

"Have they taken your tongue woman? Why will you not even look at me?" He roared as he gripped onto her shoulders and shook her

"You left me!" she shouted.

"You fucking ran into the towers. What was I supposed to do? Arya would have been seen, both of us killed!"

Suddenly Natari began to sob. Instantly, he let go of his tight grip on her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Hugging her tiny frame against his larger muscular body as she shook and cried. After a few moments, Natari pushed back aggressively and stared at him with hatred.

"You lost your love for me now woman? Am I just a dog again?" He asked gently.

Natari did not reply. Slowly she turned around and began to walk back to the camp, leaving him stood alone.